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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY....

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores
and
eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had
computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever
comes to mind.

You can use just one of the set of words; or you can
use both sets of the words in your creation. The choice is yours...

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please
let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by me....and these are my final words for the month April....

"Words for Wednesday" will be on ELEPHANT CHILD'S blog in May (see my Blog list as the right side of my blog) and in June. In May Elephant's Child will provide the words, and in June they will be prompts provided by
Margaret Adamson and her friend Sue Fulcher.

(Help me out here, please, Elephant's Child....I don't have the name of their blog!)

Thank you everyone for participating this month. Everyone's take on the words supplied each week was terrific.

This week's words are:-

Week Four Wednesday Words:-

Week
Four

Audition

Fantasy

Misfortune

Commitment

Definitive

Daunting

AND

Mysterious

Defy

Masterful

Discourage

Virulent

Neurotic

Again....have fun.....

PS: In answer to my question re June's "Words for Wednesday".....the month of June's words will be on Elephant's Child's blog (as well as May) on behalf of Margaret and Sue.

26 comments:

Being punctual was part of Mimi’s DNA. She’d arrived well over an hour before the appointed time.

Somewhat out of breath, overcome by a MYSTERIOUS, uncharacteristic bout of nerves, Mimi was keen to compose herself before she walked through the door to confront what could be the most important decision she’d so far made regarding her chosen career.

Today’s audition was to be the most positive step she’d taken towards her future. She believed if she was successful today, there would be no limit to what she could achieve - the world would be her oyster.

The prospect of having a role in the next high-budget FANTASY film, the third in the blockbuster series to be produced and directed by the widely-acknowledged NEUROTIC, but brilliant Jonas Schilling was extremely DAUNTING. However, she’d made a COMMITMENT not only to herself, but to her parents as well, that she wouldn’t let his brusque reputation DISCOURAGE her from fulfilling her dreams; dreams she’d held since she was a young child.

Regardless of his manner, Schilling’s MASTERFUL, DEFINITIVE approach to film-making was revered throughout the industry. He was held in high esteem by his peers...and those who worked under him...metaphorically, not literally; the latter was impossible, even for one with the wildest imagination, to imagine!

Rumours of his VIRULENT attitude and no-quarter-given approach to those involved in his films, whether in front of the cameras or behind, were rife.

Schilling’s notoriety preceded him. Mimi had heard so many stories she believed they couldn’t all be rumours. Bracing herself, in her heart Mimi felt most of the stories, if not every single one of them, were factual.

The previous evening it had been her MISFORTUNE to have been told of a disturbing incident involving a friend who had appeared in Schilling’s previous production.

Determined to pass her audition, Mimi quickly erased from her mind what she’d been told. Nothing was going to stand in her way. She would allow nothing to faze her; she wouldn’t be deterred by anything or anyone.

Ready to DEFY her fears, Mimi stood tall. Taking a number of deep breaths, she entered his office, and into his luminous presence.

I'm no Mimi, that's for sure. Facing such a daunting producer after hearing all the nasty rumors, I would opt out completely and wait for something far easier. I'm so wimpy, one sharp word at the slightest misdirection would have me dissolving into tears and getting fired from the set.

June's prompts will be on my blog too. Margaret and her friend Sue send me the prompts, but it interfers with Margaret's blogging schedule so I will post them on their behalf.

My take for the week.

Sally's life is beset by misfortune. Indeed, the definitive description would have to include the words daunting, doom and disaster. Those mysterious bumps in the night ? Her home slowly settling into a sinkhole. The rash she got on her neck? A virulent infection which antibiotics couldn't touch.Her commitment ceremony with Laura? Stopped in its tracks because Laura fell in love with the celebrant. Did it discourage her? Did it hell. Instead she chose to defy experience and treat every day as an audition for the fantasy life of her choice.Neurotic or a masterful reframe? You decide.

'definitively' a 'daunting' list. But my 'commitment' is strong, I 'defy' these words to 'discourage' me. My 'neurotic' need to conquer will hopefully see another 'masterful' chapter appear on my blog on Friday, this time without the 'misfortune' of a 'mysterious' disappearance of my work.

My commitment to music in the Tamborine Mountain area was legendary so it was no surprise when I was asked to chair the judging panel at the first “Battle of the Bands” audition. Some chair-people can be rather neurotic for they find the responsibility daunting but in such stressful roles I am quite masterful and nothing can discourage me from making tough decisions. I defy anyone to dispute this.It was the judging panel’s misfortune that the first bands on stage were Elephant’s Child and Kitchen Connection. The former offered an indescribable cheesy number called “Mysterious Love” which jarred on the senses and the latter had a wailing banshee of a lead singer called Lee who was dressed in a tiger print cat suit – complete with tail. It’s not something I shall forget in a hurry.The next band up was from Yorkshire in England. They were a tight, heavy rock quartet called Virulent and they were absolutely brilliant! They did a rock version of the Australian national anthem – “Advance Australia Fair” which had the audience in raptures. We thought they were definitely the winners until we heard the last band – Definitive Fantasy. They were like a hybrid cross between Pink Floyd and Queen and their offering was an original number called “Drifting Through Life” written by the lead singer – a petite firecracker called River. We were delighted to announce that they’d be going through to the final in Brisbane.

I discourage you from skulking off in shame, EC. You have nothing about which to be ashamed.

Instead, turn around; take my hand - stomp off with me; not in a backward direction, but forward towards he who is so ill-informed, and slightly neurotic to have issued such insults.

There are some who live in their own fantasy world for mysterious reasons known only to themselves. It is their misfortune, and theirs alone. I often wonder if such people audition first to enter the world of illusion, or do they enter without trial or test.

To be called a "banshee", although slightly insulting, to me it's not daunting.

In fact, it cemented my resolve. Although that wasn't Mr. Pudding's intention, it had the opposite effect on me. It was a backhanded, masterful, definitive stroke; one that has inspired me, rather than deflated or defeated me.

If I am considered to be a banshee I figure I may as well live up to the name. Make it my commitment to live up to Gaelic folklore.

I step forth purposely with an aura of impending doom towards he who is so foolish and so careless to have cast reckless aspersions.

Jonas Schilling might be thought to have a virulent attitude. Compared to me, he is a kitten. With regards to the tail you sense swishing back and forth - it is not the tail of a tiger, but one of a scorpion...one with a almighty sting at its tip!

Defy us at his peril. His credentials I dispute; his knowledge and insight I also dispute.